This guy... this guy may possibly be my new hero. Let me explain. This is what happens when heavy gusts, "Fuck the parking brake," slightly inclined gas station pump pavement, and complete, utter indifference at spilled milk come together. Look at the grass: it's blowing like a damned hurricane out there. And when he looks up to see what appears to be the problem, he realizes he should leave the thing there and just keep pumping. His car's not going anywhere soon, and it's 4WD.

It can't be bargained with. it can't be reasoned with; it doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop until you're dead. I admire its purity; its sense of survival; unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.